I'm tired and my wife still refuses to let me see her. She's still adamant that she wants a separation and that she's going to get her own home when she gets out of hospital. I asked her how she was going to afford it, because I was sincerely worried about it, and she called me several names. Most of which boiled down to 'rich, stuck-up prick'. And then she reminded me that all of the family money I had is in her name now. It never really mattered before. So you know...that's nice. I suppose at least she won't be in trouble.
It's Good Friday and I feel like I should be off preaching about sacrifice and renewal and things of an Eastery nature, and yet here I am, grisling about my fractured relationship with my wife and trying not to break into the sacramental wine. Sometimes I think life was simpler then. You know...more boring and isolated in the sense that my heart was broken, but is it not broken now as well?
It's trouble and I try so hard not to be trouble. But I need help right now. It's not something I usually ask for in terms of myself. But I'm not...dealing with this well.
I miss my wife. I love her so much. And Bria is apparently in there with her now. I'm afraid I'll never see here again.